He’s gone… Sonnet XIII of Erin…
Wednesday, January 25th, 2006So he’s gone and it’s inevitable,
The feeling of death’s gripping and choking,
Every second counts and burst the bubbles,
As the sun sets it’s lights to the dawning,
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We met here between the light and darkness,
The twilight where i’m trap in endless wait,
Beside those watery eyes felt sadness,
Hope dangles on strings and i was too late,
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Only time can mend the wounds of the past,
As present will cheer you the better way,
The future will be sound and fine at last,
Let me help carry the burden away,
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So he’s gone let the tears, the past to rest,
The future holds for you the only best…